Lyrics:
teeth like beavers almost fast as cheetahs
Followers no leaders
Guilty n 5th pleaders
The melting pot where anxiety is the norm
Since the day we're born
Oh oh ohhh
Separation anxiety
Anxiety
I got separation anxiety anxiety anxiety
Hiding up inside of me
I got separation anxiety anxiety anxiety
run is what I did when put to the test
My first recollection is a day in December
747 tracing lines through the sky
Like some old gypsy curse
You live by another set of rules
A 747 just left with you
And now early every morning I come to
Somebody took a bite out of my bed - you
Well
you’ve had
Make the gate no time to spare
Before you know you’re in the air
747 flies us high
Much higher than we’re meant to be
You’re six miles high but
was the worst you've had
Make the gate no time to spare
Before you know you're in the air.
747 flies us high
Much higher than we're meant to be
was the worst you've had
Make the gate no time to spare
Before you know you're in the air.
747 flies us high
Much higher than we're meant to be
While I'm wondering where it's at I see a Paris diplomat
College kids are trying to get back home
Baggage car goes quickly by, I see my case and I
Outside walking i got
Caught in the rain
Tipsy cars driving by me I'm
Crowding the lane
Ohh I'm sorry i got
Lost in my brain
All of these voices
Not one
You live by another set of rules
A 747 just left with you
And now early every morning I come to
Somebody took a bite out of my bed: You
Well if
right, I'm more likely wrong
Get a new place there by the sea
Love and hip hip is all I need
Where you see greed you won't see me
All I need is free
Get
Now girl it don’t have to be
Play by the rules, love casually
Just might be the one, it ain’t hard to see
‘Cause I get that feeling when you put it
my problem
They don’t like me
I can’t blame them
My heart is racing
My mind is racing
I’m all alone
In what I’m facing
With Anxiety!
With Anxiety!
With
overklassen
Gutta her er FLY som en 747
Trenger ikke si hvem vi er for det vet du
Cruiser rundt i oslo by
Ditcha sidebitchen for en ny
Chiller på no' VIP
1000
the sixty-nine
And so I climb, up through, to the, top of the pile
But see I'm not standing on Gomer
I hit a homer, and I got jumped by The Simpsons
Not
a hundred twenty three nine hundred and ninety nine
thousand convicts
Wanted by the beast in the hellified streets
With nullified beef and combat swamp rats
whities on Harleys
Niggas get injured, fucked do' in 40 fingers
Got bitches by bike bar bussin Glocks off a' niggas
Klep don't give three shits to flip
747 11 come to bust
Somebody take me home I want to live in lust
When trust is low and stakes are high
That's all I ever did in Denver was die
oszaleć
Czterysta rumaków pod maską koleś
Jak zatankujesz to jak uOrkiestra golec
Orlen poszerza węże dystrybutorów dla nas
Bo braknie zmiany byś pod korek
smokin gas by the boatload
I fuck her, she hittin da vocals
She talk on my name for the promo
You watchin my face like a homo
I think I'm the shit just
nobody
You can tell it by my swag (swag)
From the bottom to the racks (what)
From the last to the next (hey)
[Verse DopeDilla]
Harder harder harder
wit that
So ya'll ain't messin' wit this
Lookin' like that time by the Gucci
On my wrist that I
Attack this mother fuckin' microphone
With no mercy drop
want to be testing me
cause I get the crowd moving like I own a trucking company
go ahead you can walk on by
I know my lyrics are flyer then a 747 in
navigating by the stars
747 into the morning
High above the ocean and the curve of the earth
All the way from somewhere back, forty nights all lost in
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